~The Dragon Flies' Lair~Thread XIX~

March 24, 2005 | ~bentfeather ~ Poets of The Lair~

[Soaring Feather]

My Dragon Fly and Me

If I could be a Dragon Fly
and wing my way through the sky
I would never be shy
just me and my Dragon Fly!

By moonlight we ride the wind
chase the comets tail for fun
by day we would hide from the sun
our fragile wings would come undone

On darkest nights we would use
fireflies as our guide
we would dip and we would glide
through the heavens open wide
and scatter diamonds in the night sky
my Dragon Fly and me...

And we would wing past our lovers
silent in the night...
to kiss their face in our flight
much to their surprise and delight
my Dragon Fly and me in sight...

Such a view do we share
away up here in the air
of breezes soft through our hair
my Dragon Fly and me a pair...

bentfeather©

[laurenmarlowe]

Good afternoon Ms. Feather.

Meadowsweet

Through grass, through amber'd cornfields, our slow Stream--
Fringed with its flags and reeds and rushes tall,
And Meadowsweet, the chosen of them all
By wandering children, yellow as the cream
Of those great cows--winds on as in a dream
By mill and footbridge, hamlet old and small
(Red roofs, gray tower), and sees the sunset gleam
On mullion'd windows of an ivied Hall.

There, once upon a time, the heavy King
Trod out its perfume from the Meadowsweet,
Strown like a woman's love beneath his feet,
In stately dance or jovial banqueting,
When all was new; and in its wayfaring
Our Streamlet curved, as now, through grass and wheat.

by William Allingham

[Soaring Feather]

Good afternoon, ms marlowe.

Wonderful imagery in this poem. Thanks so much.


Have a grand day.

[NicknamedBob]

explore the thought process in poem writing..."

Sorry Miss Feather, I don't examine the process too closely, perhaps for fear that I might interfere with it.

I can tell you, though, that all of my poems start with a thought or image that I want to explicate or extrapolate.

I also wish to agree with Sandburg in post 1038, I love dust and mist. (Hmm, I know I've done dust ... but I am short of a poem on mist. ... Hmmm ... )

[Soaring Feather]

Afternoon Bob.

I am sure we all start with a mental image, a smell, an event, something that triggers our process.

Trigger is the correct word to use. The thought precedes the act in everything we do.

I don't think about the process that much either, I get distracted too easily and try hard to stay on the topic.

The Sandburg poem is a fabulous poem. I had not seen it until now.

I have used mist in some of my poems, but did not take it to the level that Sandburg has.

Nice to see you.

[Darksheare]

That reminds me of a hike I did a few years back.
There was still some snow on the gorund, and the air was warm.
So there was mist and fog everywhere, the sun was overhead, and the trail looked like that.

[Texas Songwriter]

Orchestra In My Yard

The orchestra is tuning up
The strings are tight, the reed is rightThe show is underway.
"The baby figs have come,the baby figs have come,
And the baby paw-paws too."
Peeking from beneath the bark,
But knowing what to do.
The fig, a tiny air balloon,
Its leaves, green bandana.
The paw-paw looks for all the world,
Panicled bananas.
I've checked them all-peaches and plums,
And apple blossoms too
Oriental pears and plums,
All to give their fruit.
I'm having trouble with the grape.
But, confessions seem in order.
I didn't weed them like I should.
Thinking they'd been martered.
This year has been our floral best.
Lily, ginger, rose.
Amaryllis strutted all their stuff,
Are now near in repose.
Johnny jumpups croud the edges,
And spring up in the yard.
A tiny flower they may be,
I'm always on my guard.
To miss them with the mow machine,
When I mow the yard.
So now the orchestra is all tuned.
A finale to be grand.
The mighty daylily to win the day.
And I sit and wring my hands.
I sit amazed, these lives to be.
Allowed to witness chemistry,
Going on inside the leaves, inside the bud, inside the tree.
The soil's the same and the beauty's free.
As God mixes his concoctions with all His Glory be.

Jeffrey D. Russell
copyright, May 5,2005

[HopeandGlory]

Texas songwriter and I thought it would be interesting to explore the thought process in poem writing. Such as, why was one word or phrase used over another.

A lot of my little haiku's come from some event that has happened during the day. such as the Grackle poem. I had been tying up the grapes that day and the Grackles were absolutely "tormenting." me with their noise . . . so hence . . . "help!, my ears, my ears." seemed very appropriate and came to me very easily . . . ;-) . . . others come not so easily and are inspired by a phrase that pops into my head . . . I jot the phrase down and then start to work with it until I'm satisfied that I have the very best rendition that I am capable of giving. Then again, some are inspired by a beautiful graphic or photograph . . . inspiration is everywhere, if one will just take the time to "stop, look and listen." Hopefully as I've gotten older I'm taking the time to really open my eyes and "see."

Thank you for this Forum Miss Feather, which is challenging and allowing me to "grow" as a poet.

[Soaring Feather]

Good evening. please forgive my late response.


I have been out of town celebrating my son-in-law's birthday and a wonderful party.


Wonderful poem. I really like the cadence.

Well done.

[Soaring Feather]

Dear HopeandGlory. We poets in the Lair are more rich due to your contributions.


Haiku for me is hard.

I am totally addicted to free verse.

Yes, stretch and grow and write your heart out.

HUGS

[HopeandGlory]

I am very envious of those whose poems just flow such as yours. I write poetry as I write letters . . . very static and Morse Codish.

dot dot dot
dash dash dash dash dash
dot dot dot

rim 5/7/05

See, I told ya . . . .LOL!!!

[Soaring Feather]

LOL so clever you are!! Love it!! Such a wit you are.

Fabulous graphic.


Happy Mother's Day to you!

[HopeandGlory]

LOL!!! . . . so glad to give you a "giggle." . . . Good night Miss Feather.

[laurenmarlowe]

Happy Mother's Day Ms. Feather!

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You for the lovely flowers. Happy Mother's Day to you.

[Texas Songwriter]

Hoped it was a party and not a problem with your lungs. Or bleeding...I am a preemptive worrier. It is my nature. So your ok. Hope you have a happy mothers day tomorrow.

[Colonel_Flagg]

Pinging self, for bookmark. I'd like to take part in this.

[Soaring Feather]

Good Sunday morning everyone.

[Soaring Feather]

Twenty Third Psalm

The Lord is my shepherd: I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green Pastures,
he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul: he leadeth me in the paths of
righteousness for his name's sake,

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me, thy rod and staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine
enemies: thou anointed my head with oil; my cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my
life: and I will dwell in the house of the Lord for ever.

If you wish mouse over the graphic...~The Irish Tenors~Amazing Grace~

[Soaring Feather]

Wonderful Colonel, happy to have you participate.

[Soaring Feather]

Thank You for your concern.

My son-in-law is now enjoying the fruits of being 50.


Thanks too, for the Mother's Day wishes.